[F4 lounge post]

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[in which we have private F4 times]

Comments

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What's wrong with that?

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What's wrong with...

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FINE. JUST PAY FOR ANYTHING HE WANTS THEN.

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Eeh?

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What about new clothes? Hell, his were looking pretty shitty.

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Tsukasa, I paid for him to make me something. That's all. Why would I buy anything else for him?

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HE DIDN'T JUST MAKE ONE, DID HE. *holds up violin* OR I WOULDN'T HAVE THIS, HUH?

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Tch. Of course not. How would I get the best if he made just one?

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YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND AT ALL, ASSHOLE.

*lifts violin to smash against the wall*

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Don't!

[moving to rescue the violin]

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Don't tell me what I can or can't do, asshole.

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Fine. Break it if you want to. It's yours. I paid for it, right? Like a gift.

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I'll break it over your damn head, Rui. Maybe then you'll get it.

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Why don't you just say it? I'm tired of guessing.

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And I'm tired of looking at your stupid face.

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Tch. Why does buying something piss you off so much?

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I SAID I WAS TIRED OF YOU. OUT.

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I live here.

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Not any more you don't.

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[you have got to be kidding. going over to his bed and flopping down, facing away]

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OI! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, HUH?

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[nooot moving]

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You have five seconds to get out of my wife.

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You aren't married.

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Hah?

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I can't get out of your wife, because you aren't married.